bong rips in first person (extended) Lyrics

Facing bong rips in first person

Long trips, they might serve you

Caught between a rock and the raw Earth

From Mom's cooking

Straight to choke bread and yard bird

What's the value? What's our worth?

Who's the law above our birth?

It's just the way that the cards turn

Trying to live righteous, what's our purpose?

Caught lacking we move forward

Collect the stacks for the billboard

Send the packs through the mail for 'em

What's in your pocket?

What's in your wallet?

What's in your heart?

What's in your conscious?

The pain we harbor, where do we start?

What's something new compared to the natural order of ways

We fail to grow and

All the plots just mold and decay

I'm just a man too scared to

Go and look the storm in the face

Don't force it bro

I'm prone to move and zone

At my own lil pace

I'm in my own lil space

I'm in my own time frame

The clock ticks away but

I play it, I move slowly

Listen to what they told me

Promise that they don't know me, nah

I do it all on my lonely

I do it all for the homies

I do it all for my brody

All the love that I gave

That I never got back

From riding around town

To anxious because I can't stop

Do she really love me?

I doubt it because she shouldn't

I'm balling out of control and

The process is really something

Ain't nobody ever told me it would hurt like this

Don't need Patek on me baby, I don't show my wrists

Fuck my mind up, cash a check and ima splurge like this

And everybody else be talkin to the birds I guess

Facing bong rips in first person

Long trips, they might serve you

Trying to live righteous, what's our purpose?

Caught lacking we move forward

Collect the stacks for the billboard

Send the packs through the mail for 'em

What's in your pocket?

What's in your wallet?

What's in your heart?

What's in your conscious?

The pain we harbor, where do we start?